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A thought experiment plumbs archaeology and geology to ask whether our own species will leave a trace.
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The winner of 2023’s Best Illusion of the Year contest on the nature of science and magic.
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On the day that Russia attacked Ukraine, 24 February 2022, I was with my friend and colleague Tuomas Forsberg (TF) at the gym swimming as we do every now and then. We discussed the war and, above all, whether it could have been avoided and how. Over the years, we have had countless similar conversations. Although we have many joint interests, our theoretical research orientations as well as general political orientations are somewhat different. One of our agreements concerns the relevance of the dialectical method. As we both consider that arguments have to be formed in relation to other, alternative interpretations, we thought that perhaps we could try writing a systematic analysis of the causes of the war following the dialogue format. This resulted in a book Debating the War in Ukraine. Counterfactual Histories and Possible Futures published in December 2022 (available open access). The book is now followed by a special forum of Globalizations, “War in Ukraine: Future Possibilities”, published in July 2023, which includes our “The shape of things to come: a further dialogue” (also available open access).
Sometimes the do-gooder/bleeding heart image can be an asset.
Surprising? Not really. It’s been one of Labor’s traditional selling points: voters perceive Labor as “caring” about fairness.
Using his mum as example, Prime Minister Anthony Albanese has gone to great lengths to highlight that.
What’s this? A letter? With my name on it? How grand!
Bring it to me in my study, in my living room, in my boudoir, in my bedchamber. Bring it to me on a platter strewn with rose petals and flax.
Fetch me my slippers, my nightcap, and my purple velvet robe. Decant the cognac. Summon the hickory pipe.
Have you received a letter too?
But first, light a fire, and build it big and bright. Pile high the maple wood. Let the flames crackle and roar.
Draw up the easy chair, and let it glow in the embers’ heat. Let me sit, and puff, and drink, and ponder. Let me gaze out the window and hear the owl cry, Who, who?
Who could it be?
Could it be a friend come to ruin and in desperate need of aid? Or a long-forgotten foe declaring his revenge? Could it be my wanton younger brother, with news from the rough Atlantic? Or my beloved—sweet Annabelle!—returning my affections at last?
What fate, O envelope, does your cellophane portend? What weighty tidings thus crinkle your manilla?